Last night I was at my company’s holiday party, and I think it’s fair to say that I had my share of cocktails. Yep. I was pretty much loaded.
On the subway ride home I had the warm tingle that only alcohol can bring, and so I was feeling flippy and fun. And so I thought, [i]I know, let me edit pages from my book![/i]
I know, I know, probably not the best time to be doing careful line editing, but, hey, there’s really no logic quite like drunk logic. It has a sensibility all it’s own. SLast night I was at my company’s holiday party, and I think it’s fair to say that I had my share of cocktails. Yep. I was pretty much loaded.
On the subway ride home I had the warm tingle that only alcohol can bring, and so I was feeling flippy and fun. And so I thought, [i]I know, let me edit pages from my book![/i]
I know, I know, probably not the best time to be doing careful line editing, but, hey, there’s really no logic quite like drunk logic. It has a sensibility all it’s own. So there I was on the F train headed into Queens, riding along with a combination of tequila and beer coursing through me, reading pages from a section of my book that takes place in Amsterdam. How appropriate.
Thing is, having looked at the pages this morning, the line editing is pretty good. The cuts I made were reasonable and on point. The physical lines I drew with the pen, however, are something less than on point. They’re kinda … squiggly. Not too straight.
So, if there’s a lesson to be learned, it’s not that you can’t make good editing decisions while blasted, it’s that making good editing [i]marks[/i] is slightly more complicated and might be better held until the next day.
Well, today’s the next day … and I’ve got some lines to straighten out.
Post edited by: rcolchamiro, at: 2007/12/13 20:30
